Going through the motions, creating a tune sublime
differing types of notions, not always prose, or rhyme

Assembling our choirs, composed of family and comrades
weeding out the dire fools, trusting, true friends we've had

Reveling in the loudest lion's roar, and all that it can, possibly portend
discarding the dissonant chord and rejoicing in, the harmony of friends

Keep your friends closer than your enemies, the good ones, will deflect the descending dagger, with their life......

— The End —